Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.